What’s on my mind? A study in patience.
When they ask: “What did you do, during the plague?” I’ll say: “I learned to cut my hair!” (The results of that will never, ever become public. Now, my sister’s attempt, I’ll show you. She didn’t respond to blackmail.)
What has Himself been up to? Himself has been using his time to enhance his gardening skills, as well as teaching himself astral photography. Despite all of that, if anyone were to ask, he’d shrug and say: “I did a jigsaw puzzle.”
Being the modest type, he won’t say the puzzle required a magnifying glass and a ruler to examine its 1,000 tiny pieces. He won’t say his wife tried, failed, and stomped off in frustration several times, unable to find even one piece of the puzzle.
For him to say: “I did a jigsaw puzzle,” minimizes the feat. So this is how things went:
May 5: Gung-ho.
Purchase, unpack, place and sort puzzle pieces on dining room table. Begin with edges. Hmmm ... (Muffled cuss words will occasionally escape this room. Hours will meld into days, with all becoming a blur. Himself doesn’t know this, yet).
Purchase, unpack, place and sort puzzle pieces on dining room table. Begin with edges. Hmmm ... (Muffled cuss words will occasionally escape this room. Hours will meld into days, with all becoming a blur. Himself doesn’t know this, yet).
May 9: Cautious.
May 11: Measured.
May 16: Persistent.
May 18: Undaunted.
May 22: Tireless.
May 23: Again. And again. And again.
May 24: Relentless.
Early morning, May 27: Bathrobe.
Early morning, May 27: Bathrobe.
Mid-morning, May 27: At last!
Victorious!
© Nicole Parton, 2020
